( julian gives an ugly snort, but he's - there's a small upward tilt to the corners of his lips, the hint of a smile. and when he speaks, there's no real malice to his tone even if he is being snarky. )
Yeah, uh huh. Thanks a lot for offering to let me borrow your hands so I can feel a goddamn table when I do, y'know, have other nerve endings that still work.
( it's fine. it's whatever. quentin did offer, julian isn't upset with him anymore. for now. who knows how long that'll last, but for now? they're good. )
Yeah, and most of thoseย are in your face, dumbass. You planning on licking everything you feel like touching from now on?
[Quentin is still pouting, and he gives the standard eye-roll, but it's mostly just an affectation. They're in one of their little truces that happen between the times they try to kick the shit out of each other, and he's not out to ruin it. At least not on purpose. Accidentally? Not ruling it out. That's kind of their whole thing, right? Quentin is annoying, both intentionally and unintentionally. And Keller is a stubborn moron who doesn't accept want to accept any help at all ever because of blah blah blah nobody loves me yadda yadda toxic masculinity whatever.
... Wait.
Quentin is not completely sure if he just had an epiphany or some sort of stroke that will lead directly to him getting shoved off of this roof, but fuck it, he's going for it. He turns suddenly to point at Julian.]
Hang on, no. No. You're—doing the thing! That you said. Not taking help 'cause you can't let go.
( the licking comment is fucking stupid. he does, you know, have some of his arms left. legs. enough that it's not like he's forgotten what it's like to feel the world around him even if he's missing some pretty key elements without his hands. julian is functional, thanks, even if he's not exactly happy about what he's missing.
and while he considers opening his mouth to bitch about quire and his licking comment, he's instead derailed by his bullshitting about - crap julian just admitted to but he hadn't meant it like that. )
This isn't the same as that, idiot.
( name calling just for the sake of name calling because while he could push quentin off the roof and is very seriously considering it - it's probably not a great idea. probably. )
I don't want to borrow your hands for stupid shit.
[The narrowing of Quentin's eyes makes it clear he's not buying it. Not even a little. And he's just about to retort to that effect, except... Hm. Okay, maybe Keller has a point with the "stupid shit" thing. What, Quentin expects him to be grateful for the ability to feel some boring, impersonal surface temporarily simply because he doesn't have fingers? Ridiculous. Sure, he was trying to be respectful of Julian's weird "no homo" crap. You know, give him space or whatever. See also: the whole "this isn't hand-holding, you're just holding the thing I use as my hand" thing.
... Alright. Keller doesn't want stupid shit, huh? Fine. All Quentin actually needs for this dumb little exercise is to know the sensory information of whatever Julian's metal mitts are touching well enough to copy-paste it into his brain, right?]
Okay, fine.
[He scowls and holds his hand out like a handshake.]
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Yeah, uh huh. Thanks a lot for offering to let me borrow your hands so I can feel a goddamn table when I do, y'know, have other nerve endings that still work.
( it's fine. it's whatever. quentin did offer, julian isn't upset with him anymore. for now. who knows how long that'll last, but for now? they're good. )
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[Quentin is still pouting, and he gives the standard eye-roll, but it's mostly just an affectation. They're in one of their little truces that happen between the times they try to kick the shit out of each other, and he's not out to ruin it. At least not on purpose. Accidentally? Not ruling it out. That's kind of their whole thing, right? Quentin is annoying, both intentionally and unintentionally. And Keller is a stubborn moron who doesn't accept want to accept any help at all ever because of blah blah blah nobody loves me yadda yadda toxic masculinity whatever.
... Wait.
Quentin is not completely sure if he just had an epiphany or some sort of stroke that will lead directly to him getting shoved off of this roof, but fuck it, he's going for it. He turns suddenly to point at Julian.]
Hang on, no. No. You're—doing the thing! That you said. Not taking help 'cause you can't let go.
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and while he considers opening his mouth to bitch about quire and his licking comment, he's instead derailed by his bullshitting about - crap julian just admitted to but he hadn't meant it like that. )
This isn't the same as that, idiot.
( name calling just for the sake of name calling because while he could push quentin off the roof and is very seriously considering it - it's probably not a great idea. probably. )
I don't want to borrow your hands for stupid shit.
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... Alright. Keller doesn't want stupid shit, huh? Fine. All Quentin actually needs for this dumb little exercise is to know the sensory information of whatever Julian's metal mitts are touching well enough to copy-paste it into his brain, right?]
Okay, fine.
[He scowls and holds his hand out like a handshake.]
Gimme your hand, dumbass.